Damian: Where the hell did you get that, Raven?!
Raven: It's a treasure that Jason gave me.
Damian: I'm going to kill Todd!!!
I have the headcanon that Jason traffics Damian's infant photos since I saw this art by Rebeca-Armus on Instagram:
PD: Jason gave the photos to Raven for the simple pleasure of embarrassing Damian. 🤭
I’m having the hardest time getting words onto paper these days. Both with my original work and with fanfiction. I think it’s probably standard issue writer’s block exacerbated by pandemic stress, but it’s rough in any case. I did start my Titans Dickkory detective mermaid fic but the first 800 words were a bitch to write and I’m not even convinced they’re all that great (this could also be because I want to hop right into the mermaid stuff but know that I can’t yet, lol). I don’t usually post previews for first chapters but If anyone can give it a read and let me know whether I’m on the right track that could really help. I copy pasted it below. Thanks in advance.
The call comes at 5 in the morning, which can only mean that there's been some sort of panic. A rare occasion on Isle DeGranger, population 479.
His waking brain tries to latch onto a possible scenario, maybe some drunk frat boy on vacay stole a yacht. Solving that mystery should be a good enough hour to kill.
He cracks an eye open to look at his phone, buzzing insistently atop a stack of two Uhaul boxes where an inn table should be. In a few short weeks there’ll be a city skyline right outside his window rather than the unnervingly calm waters of the harbor. Just his luck for things to finally start getting interesting the second he plans to take Rachel and leave this place behind for good.
Halfway through the next ring, he hits the accept key and clears his throat to answer.“Grayson, you’re going to want to get down here,” Deputy Kent says before Dick can get the groggy “hello” out. There’s something haunted in the young man’s voice, like he’s seen evil for the very first time. The deputy doesn’t need to begin explaining for Dick to throw the covers off of himself. He knows he won’t be going back to bed anytime soon.
He stops in Rachel’s doorway to tell her he’ll be back before breakfast, as usual she answers with a light groan, and he decides to chalk it up to sleep this time.
Deputy Conner Kent was the only officer on duty when the USS Patriot crashed into the rocks, littering the harbor with packages of incidentals needed to keep island folks fed and sane. According to the dispatch call, the crew and captain were miraculously unharmed aside from some scrapes and bruises, and the damage to the ship was nothing insurance wouldn’t be able to cover. The crash hadn’t been the thing to put that cold shake in his deputy’s voice. It was the lighthouse.
It hadn’t flashed its beam over the water that morning, and before the Patriot had had the chance to course correct, it was too late. As the lone detective on the island, at least for the rest of the summer, it’s Dick’s job to find out why. Things don’t tend to go wrong on Isle DeGranger. It was supposed to be an ideal place for Rachel for that very reason. There’s plenty of sun, clean air, friendly people, safety.
“It’ll be just like Anne Of Green Gables,” he’d said to her awkwardly the day she moved in. She’d been ignoring the task of emptying her suitcase and ignoring him even harder, choosing to stare out of the window at the sailboats as if she wanted nothing more than to sail back to the mainland on one. Because she wasn’t Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, she was Rachel Roth, a sullen girl with a dead mother and a deadbeat father, who had to leave everything she knew back in New York.
As for Dick, he’d never meant to wind up here in the first place. Rachel hadn’t been the reason he came, only the reason he stayed for so long.She needed stability, he told himself, a tranquil few years to heal and be a kid before running off to start her own life. But for whatever reason, she never seemed to believe that anything he did was really for her. He hadn’t wanted to be a father so young, especially not to a grieving teenager, and she could see how the obligation weighed down his every move, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He thought that finally deciding to take her back to New York would be just the thing she needed to realize how hard he was trying, but then that was the problem wasn’t it?
He shouldn’t have needed to try so hard.
The sun begins to gently creep up over the harbor as he steers the precinct’s motorboat toward the scene of the crash. He’ll call for backup if he needs it, but for now the priority is to find out why exactly the lighthouse keeper has gone awol, why he didn’t make any calls to alert them of the trouble, or answer any for that matter. The investigation isn’t a two person job just yet, and Deputy Kent is still needed in town, just in case a frat boy decides to steal a yacht after all.Still, the whole thing creeps him out. In 40 years there’s never been an incident up on those rocks.
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Seeing Rachel have a nightmare from your own two eyes was scary enough, you could only imagine what was going on inside her head. Carefully, you woke her up without disturbing the dream cloud, shocking her at your touch and causing her to gasp for air while the cloud dissipated. “Rach, it’s me, it’s just me.” You wrapped your arms around her and kissed the top of her head, hushing her.
“You shouldn’t be in here, y/n. It’s too dangerous.” Rachel argued immediately, head pounding at the overwhelming subconscious spectacle.
“I’m fine, not a scratch.” You assured her, rocking her back and forth in an attempt to calm her down. “Can you tell me what happened? You can’t keep it a secret forever.” Rachel started taking more steady breaths and reached for your clasped hands.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
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WICKED GAME - by @wonderbatwayne & @not-so-mundane-after-all-97
Fandom: DC Titans
Pairings/Relationships: Dick Grayson/Kory Anders, Dick Grayson & Rachel Roth, Kory Anders & Rachel Roth, Rachel Roth & Garfield Logan, Graysonfam
Everybody plays a game. Every move counts, anyone, can be a player. Some play dirty, some play nice, everybody's got eyes on the main prize.
In a world of deception, money, and power, where women are forced to dance with the devil in the name of survival, where men need to break their oaths to do the right thing, Dick Grayson is on a mission to win. A man with a plan, with a goal and a target. Trigon Azarath needs to be eliminated by any means necessary. He's been playing a very long and calculated game, and it has to stop now.
But what happens when a little ballerina with raven hair and a guarded heart, a girl who shouldn't even exist for all he knows, spins the table on him like the pirouettes she does on stage? When a woman with green eyes and a bloody past sets his world ablaze instead of being just a step on the road to victory? Will sticking to the rules be worth the outcome?
It's a wicked game to play, indeed.
The raging storm is here. It really is all or nothing. Will the game end tonight? Who will win?
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Starfire and Raven, inspired by Gabriel Picolo's take on Teen Titans
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“what’s the right order to read-“ NONE. Everything is awful. Shut the fuck up and start pirating arbitrary comics and then desperately follow the references therein to OTHER comics like a proverbial breadcrumb trail for months until you’ve cobbled together some sort of ramshackle understanding of the universe and then lie with conviction for years like the rest of us. No comprehensible canon we die like men.